Chrysalis Stage – Prompt 10 Metamorphisis

Monarch Butterfly chrysalis

Monarch Butterfly chrysalis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In my chrysalis stage
I had no face
I woke to find
Of my visage
Not a single trace

I saw, it seemed, through tiny hairs
Across my featureless skin
Fine tuned antenna let
The visual in
Through sound waves susserating
beneath and within

Mirrors reflected back
Mere nothingness
I had no reason known
For this change
And deep alarm described
My inner, faceless state
My life completely re-arranged

No mouth to speak my pain
Only soft and undulating
Pale terrain
Hollows where cheekbones
Somehow still remained
Small slits breathing
In and out again

No face to express the horror
Or the fear
I hid in the shadows of my room
Let no-one near
How would they recognise the alien
Thing just lying here

I thought I’d die of grief and shock
My heart beat wild
My reptile brain
Lashed out to the void
Again, again
Clawed at the nothing
Like it was just a mask
Ignoring even pain
Till deep, complete exhaustion
Rendered all battles in vain

Days later someone found me still
In my chrysalis stage
Warm arms embraced me
Carried me
No words exchanged
I saw some hospital through
My sightless eyes
But that none recognised me
Was no surprise

They locked me in a white room
I could hear them speak
Discussing surgery to free me
As if deep below
There would still be a face
A person
That someone might know
Might know

But this was only my chrysalis stage
I dwelt in darkness
Regret and ignorance
So many days
Until the sixth morning, when I woke
My body raised
Found a face of sorts
Returned, transfigured
And before the alien being that I was
I stood amazed

They’ll never know me for they cannot gaze
Upon a light that streams and blinds them all
They are behind me, cannot recognise
The evolution birthed before their eyes
I walk alone with face not born of man
But something drawn from when all time began
Just like a ghost
They’ll think that I must die
Just like the caterpillar grieves
The butterfly.

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

Had to drop in and stop editing/proof-reading to take part on mindlovemisery’s prompt for the week – it’s now a ritual of sorts for me! πŸ™‚ Check it out and her fine writing at


About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
This entry was posted in Earth, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

20 Responses to Chrysalis Stage – Prompt 10 Metamorphisis

  1. monocochlearmutineer says:

    This is brilliant – the use of the first person conjures echoes of Poe and, dare I say it – Kafka.

  2. Wow! Powerful stuff. I love the last two lines, and ‘no mouth to speak my pain’. Brilliant imagery.

  3. Oh wow Helen this is absolute perfection you have nailed the Kafka vibe love it!

  4. Brilliant, Helen!!! Truly!!! πŸ™‚

  5. how thought-full πŸ™‚

  6. hypercryptical says:

    Masterful indeed – and scary!

    Anna :o]

  7. lolamouse says:

    This gave me the shivers! Scary good. You could be the next “Poe!”

  8. gs batty says:

    excellent…I really enjoyed this one and the last tow lines bleew me away

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s